death and darkness, that was the only thing that was worth of your time. Taking human souls and sending them to where they belong, heaven or hell.

currently, you were sitting on one of the gravestone in the human realm, swinging your scythe forward and backward. Not until you accidentally threw it forward, almost hitting someone,luckily they dodged it..wait, someone??

"Woah there, you almost hit me with that." Scaramouche chuckled. He was the demon that was so fond of you.